Persian Paradise

I walked through streets,

Where history breathes,

Under domes kissed by turquoise dreams,

Minarets whispered to skies,

As saffron winds sing lullabies.

The earth hummed with poets past,

Rumis verses in echoes are cast,

In every eye and gaze a world unfolds,

Stories woven in silk and gold.

Nor in despair or sorrow’s art,

But in the hush 

Where souls depart.

For in Iran

This death to me does feel like

My long lost home,

A quiet door to the paradise unknown.